Michael Cohen went to prison today. A rather bucolic, benign version of the American penitentiary, but a prison nonetheless.

Cohen offered up a tease on his way to the big house ala the Trump reality TV formula: cliffhanger. More to tell. Really? Suddenly the bullshit meter is ringing off the hook. Cohen was believable in Senate testimony while keeping in mind that he has a great propensity for goombah bravado.

A story of urban legend proportions comes to mind. Remember that this is a story with legs, one of those Vegas stories with scant corroboration but lots of comment. Here’s the scoop: Binions Horseshoe, a world famous gambling spot was most famous for two things 1) owner Benny Binion and 2) Benny would book ANY bet. Benny has 3 offspring Jack, Becky and Ted. It was a family business.

One fateful evening, a customer of the casino committed an offense for which Teddy would not allow to go unpunished.  As the fellow took his leave out the front exit and down Fremont Street, Teddy took pursuit with security in tow. When the fellow was intercepted, Teddy unceremoniously blew his brains out and then retreated to the casino leaving the body lying in full public view. Realizing that he was in some legal jeopardy, Teddy developed a plan. Considering the jaunt back to the casino was brief, it is entirely possible that this scheme had been contemplated prior. A young pit boss, Walt Rozanski, was in charge of the casino at this late hour. Teddy approached him with an offer he couldn’t refuse: take the rap for me and you and your family will be taken care of.

Take the rap for me.

I want to believe that Cohen has had an epiphany. And I will believe it when he gives us the secret. What’s the antidote. If you are totally free of the Trump trance, how did you do it. And is it replicable. Do we need samples of your blood mixed with the virus to create the antidote. And is the cure complete or do we need to fear reinfection. Are you the guinea pig or the goat.

Or are you just a rat.